I desperately wish I had my tambourine with me now, because even after everything I’m still wearing heavy boots, and sometimes it helps to play a good beat.
Isn’t it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the Earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn’t going to be room to bury anyone anymore?
Even if I don’t like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don’t know what they are. So tell me which is worse.
A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don’t know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.
I flipped back through the pad of paper while I thought about what Stephen Hawking would do next.
They reciprocated the great and saving lie – that our love for things is greater than our lover for our love for things – willfully playing the parts they wrote for themselves, willfully creating and believing fictions necessary for life.
It would be refreshing to have a politician try to defend guns without any reference to the Second Amendment, but on the merits of guns.
Oh, I’d say I like a meal as much as anybody. But I find a certain kind of foodiness silly, gluttonous and embarrassing.
The question, I’ve come to think, is not what inspires one to change, but what inspires one to remain changed.
There are a lot of things that we crave, there are a lot of things that would make us perhaps more fulfilled in a sensory way that we just say no to.
These little daily choices that we’re so used to thinking are irrelevant are the most important thing we do all day long.
Writers now are putting total faith in designers at Apple and Amazon. It’s almost like a race-car driver having no input into how cars are designed.
I’m less worried about accomplishment – as younger people always can’t help but be – and more concerned with spending my time well, spending time with my family, and reading, learning things.
People who care about animals tend to care about people. They don’t care about animals to the exclusion of people. Caring is not a finite resource and, even more than that, it’s like a muscle: the more you exercise it, the stronger it gets.
Books are slow, books are quiet. The Internet is fast and loud.
It’s rarely talked about, but hunting for sport is just about as vile as we humans get.
It seems entirely possible to me that horrible things can be going on without us becoming horrible people.
All really great artists, Jackson Pollack, John Cage, Beckett or Joyce – you are never indifferent to them.
As a writer, putting words on the page is how I pay attention.
Consumers are going to have get used to eating less meat – to paying more for better quality meat and eating significantly less of it.